Claymore,
Yeah, that's BlackWolfski headin' towards the deep six in the Black Sea.
The flight report for Sgt BlackWolfski reads as follows:
Spotting the fascist invaders to my left over the Crimea Penninsula, I ordered the formation to watch for fighters. Off in the distance to the right, I could see another unidentified formation of aircraft.
I engaged the oncoming enemy escort without result and broke through to the bombing force, climbing for a height advantage. After maneuvering into a favourable position, I dove on the fascists and proceeded to knock one of them out of the sky with machine gun fire.
Comrade Petrenko, who had shot down a Bf 109 in a head on pass, was also victorious over a Ju 88. It exploded in a brightly flaming mass of burning flame. However, he was so close that he flew right through the debris and fire, damaging his aircraft. Comrade Petrenko jumped from his plane but I did not observe his parachute to open. Comrade Petrenko died a glorious death in the defense of the Motherland. He will be mourned.
Having encountered the escort yet again, a friendly formation appeared and took over the fight. (The unidentified aircraft from earlier?) I cleared my tail and once again, full of rage at the loss of my close friend and comrade, headed toward the bombers; lining up on a target at about 100 yards I fired, but only a few rounds were expended. I had exhausted most of my ammunition on the escort!
I looked around the sky one more time to see if any of my comrades were near, but there were none. Being alone, I decided to ram one of the fascist invaders and, once again, do my part to defend the Motherland.
The impact was terrific, but I remember little of it. I only recall the horizon spinning wildly and thinking that I must exit this runaway crate.
I was able to abandon my stricken aircraft, my parachute opening only seconds before I came down in the Black Sea. I woke up on a launch and was taken to shore where I was able to gain transport back to the airfield.
Fade to Black...